The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1887-04-01

When on communion cay your friends
went in and Your sons and daughter
| went into The church, you buried you
face in your handkerchief and sobbed:
''Why am left QUIT Everybody seems
to &c: saved but me. No man cares To-
my soul"
Hearken to revelation have to make
1t 10 . startling statement It will so sur
prise you that must prove It as I 60 on
Instead OF this total Indifference to al
about you in regard to your soul. havt
to tell you that heaven, earth and
he'll are after your immorta
spirit-earth to cheat II, hell h
destroy It Heaven TO redeem it. Although
you may be . stranger to the Christian.
In this house, their faces would glow enc
their hearts would bound il they saw yor
make one step Heavenward. So intricate
and far-reaching is this web Of sympathy
that could by one word rouse q great
many prayers in your behalf. No one
care for your soul! Why, one signal Of
distress on your part would thrill this
audience with holy excitement II boa,
in any harbOr should get in distress, from
the nen-Of- war, and from the slOOp, and
from the steamers, the flying paddles
would pull to the rescue. And il now you
would lift one signal Of distress, all these
vcyagers OF eternity would boar down to-
ward you and bring you relief.
But no. You are like ship ON fire at
sea. They keep the matches down, and
the captain is frcnzied. and he gives or
ders that no one hail the passing ships.
He says:
II shall either land this vessel in Ham
burg or on the bottom Of the ocean, and I
dent care which"
Yonder is u ship Of the White Star Line
passing. YOnder one on the National
Line. YOnder one of the Cunari Line.
YoDder one OF the Inman Line. But they
know not there is any calamity happening
on that one vessel. Oh! if the captain
would only put his trumpet to his lip and
Cry out:
"Lower your bats! Bear down this
way! We are burning up! FIRE! Fire!'
No. No. No signal Is given. II that
vessel pcrishes, having hailed no one,
whose fault will it be! Will it be the
fault of the ship that hid its calamity, or
will it be the fault of the vessel that,
passing on the high seas, would have been
glad to furnish relief il it had been only
askedi In other words, my brother. if
you miss Hea rem it will be your own fault.
No one care for your soul! Why, in all
the ages there have been men whose en-
tire business was soul-saving. In this
work MunsOn went down under the knive s
OF the cannibals whom he had come to
save, and Robert McCheyne preached him
self to death by thirty years Of age, and
John Bunyan was thrown into dungeon
in Bedford shire, and Jehudi Ashman
endured all the malarias of the African
jungle; and there are hundreds and thou
sands OF Christian men and women now
who are praying, tolling, preaching: liv-
ing, dying to save souls
No one care for your soul! Have you
heard how Christ feels alb tut i'll 1 know
it was only five or six miles from Bethle-
hem to Calvary tt birthplace, and
dcath-place of Christ-but who can tell
how many miles it was from the Manager
to the thronc. How many miles dow n,
how many miles back ayaina The place
of his departure was the focus Of all
splendor and pomp. All the thrones fac
ing his throne. His name the chorus in
every song and the inscription on every
banner. His landing place . cat
tie pen, malodorous with unwash-
ed brutes, and dogs growing in
and out Of the stable. Born of weary
mother, who had journeycd eighty miles
in severe unhealth that she might find the
right place for the Lords nativitv-5orn,
not Us other princes. under the flash of q
but under lantern swung by
q rope to the roof of the barn.
In that place Christ started to save you.
Your name, your face, your time, your
eternity, in Christ's mind. Sometimes
travelling on mule's-back to escape old
Herod's massacre. som ,timos attempting
nervous sleep on the chilly hillside, soms-
times earning his breakfast by the car
pentry of a plOw. In Quarantania
the stones of the field. by their shaps and
color, looking like the loaves of bread,
his hunger. Yet all tn, time
keeping OF after you. With drenChcd
coat. treading the surf of Genessaret;
howlcd after by bloo1-thir,ty mob: de-
nounccd as n drunaard; mourning over q
doomed city, while others shouted at the
sight of the shimmering towers. All the
time coming Oh and coming on to save
you.
Indicted as being a traitor against gov.
eminent, perjure1 witnesses swearing
their souls away TO insure his butchery
hen hnisted on rough lumber, in the sight
Of earth, and Heaven, and hell, to purchase
your eternal emancipation. From the
first infant step to the last step of man
hood on the sharp spike Of Calvary, Jour-
ney for you. Oh, how he cared for your
soull By dolorous arithmetic add up tho
stable, the wintry tempest, the midnight
lampness. the abstinence of forty
fvn,,, f,nl hrn tn, S,r hp, p,.;v, T.,
heights OF Golgotha, across which all the
hatreds of earth and all the furies Of hel,
charged with their bavonets, and then
dare to say again that no one cares for
your soul.
Ayoung man might as well 60 of from
home ana give his father and mother no
as to VIII ere he has gone, and,
crossing the seas, sitting down in some
Ind lonely, saying:
''My father and mother don't care any
hing about me-"
Do not caro- anything about him! Why,
hat fathers hair has turned gray since
lis son went of. He has written to all
he cOnsuls in the foreign ports, asking
lbout that son. Does not the mother care
Inything about hims Hs has broken her
leart. She has never smiled since he
vent away. All day long, and almost all
light. she keeps asking:
"Where is hel Where can he ber'
He Is the first though: in her prayer and
he last thought in her rrayer-the first
bought In this morning and the last Mt
light. She says:
ooh God, bring back my boy! I must
ee him again before die. Where is hel
must see hin again before Idle"
oh, do not his father and mother care
or him! You go away from your Heav-
My Father, and you think he does not |
are for you because you will not even
cad the letters by which he invites you
D come back, while all heaven is waiting.